Favorite Links
Archive
12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004
01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004
02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004
03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004
04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004
05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004
07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004
08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004
09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005
01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005
02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005
04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005
05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005
06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005
07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005
08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005
10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005
11/01/2005 - 12/01/2005
12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006
01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006
02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006
03/01/2006 - 04/01/2006
04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006
05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006
06/01/2006 - 07/01/2006
08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006
11/01/2010 - 12/01/2010
BlogRoll
Syndicate this site
You Should Read Every Word They Write:
Donate
Listings
Saturday, January 03, 2004
Years ago, I used to like to watch a TV show called "thirtysomething". You all probably remember it. Bunch of yuppies living angst-filled lives, unable to commit, struggling with parenthood, having trouble finding happiness, etc., etc. Typical stuff. The show was very well written, however, and a few episodes still stick in my mind to this day.One of those episodes was about the single, "can't find a decent guy" character, Melissa. Melissa signed up for a dating service, and found all kinds of strange guys, but one met the definition of the "perfect guy". She goes out with him, and he's "perfect" -- sensitive, caring, accepting, etc., everything she could want. Only he's boring. There's no spark. She can't figure out why she doesn't like him, but she wants to like him so very much.
The subplot is that she's getting her apartment painted by this guy who's nice and friendly. They talk a lot, but (horrors!) he's just a painter. In addition, throughout the show, Melissa is trying to find out whose shoe was left in her apartment after a party. She askes all the guys she knows, and it isn't anyone's. Finally, she asks the painter, and lo and behold, it fits him, and she suddenly realizes that she's looking for all the wrong things. You can get the allegory, I hope.
Point is, here's this person who says all the "right, proper" things, and he's oh, so sensitive and accepting and all that rot, but he's not at all attractive. And then there's the painter who's just a nice, genuine, honest guy, but for some reason, doesn't pop up on the dating service computer, if you will.
Why this tale? I read this hilarious link where Wes Clark plays Hardball. Wes says all the "right things", but of course he sounds like a raging idiot (not that we're surprised by that). People think they want a president who says all that crap, but what they really want is one that will take action when action is needed. Like Melissa, the American people are sucked in by the "dating service speak", but what they know in there gut is that the "painter-guy speak" is what really is valuable.
And who talks "painter guy speak"? George Bush does, of course, and the people like him.
[Permalink] (0) comments
Comments:
Post a Comment
Contact Banterings
With Thanks To
Add Us To Your Blogroll
Get Involved